my sister's boyfriend (l.h)

"you have a thing for amie?"

11: you have a thing for amie?

"Good morning, Dad," I greeted as I walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee and watching the news. His eyes looked droopy and I started to wonder how many of those coffees he would need to stay awake all day. "Fun night out?"

"Huh?" Dad said, looking over at me abruptly. "What?" I laughed at him and shook my head as I walked over to him, giving a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, sweet pea," he said, groggily.

"Do you need anything?" I asked, leaning over the couch and laying my chin on his shoulder.

"Why are you yelling?" he asked, leaning away from me as his eyes shut.

"Why are you so hungover?" I asked and he looked at me as if I were crazy.

"Lana, I am not hungover."

"He's hungover," Mom said, waltzing into the room with a pill bottle in her hand. "Take two of them, Gene."

"Pam, I don't need aspirin," Dad told my mom stubbornly as he turned away from the pills in her hand. Mom rolled her eyes and undid the cap, taking two of the pills out.

"Take these before I make you," Mom said, glaring at Dad. He rolled his eyes and took the pills from her, taking them with his coffee. "You don't have to be so proud and try to get through the day without a couple aspirin! If you've got a headache because you drank to much, these can help you. It's common sense." Mom looked over at me and I couldn't help but to laugh at how weird they were acting. "Your dad would never take anything for his head when he was hungover in college. He'd take three showers, drink ten cups of coffee and even make me give him a massage, but he wouldn't take a dumb pill because it was too easy."

"That is not true," Dad argued, setting his cup down on the table. "Aspirin just makes it worse."

"No, it doesn't," Mom said, rolling her eyes. "You make my headache worse though."

"Oh, ha-ha, really funny," Dad said as he looked away from Mom and at the TV.

"I love you, Gene," Mom said, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"I love you, too, Pam," Dad said, pecking her on the lips as she stayed leaned over.

"Ugh, gross," I commented, quickly turning and walking toward the kitchen as my parents laughed. I walked to the fridge as I got into the kitchen and decided I was going to make a bowl of cereal. I got out the milk and set it on the counter, then got a bowl, and eventually chose a type of cereal. After making myself a bowl, I hopped onto the counter and began to eat it, not wanting to take it upstairs just so I'd have to take it all the way back down again.

I heard some commotion from the living room and figured Amie had gotten up, and as Luke walked into the kitchen, I gathered I was correct.

"Good morning," I greeted, setting my bowl down beside me. Luke smiled at me and walked toward me, causing my heart to freak out for a couple of moments.

"Raisin bran?" Luke asked, looking down at my bowl.

"You wanna hand me the orange juice from the fridge?" I asked, causing Luke to squint at me for a second.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked, leaning against the refrigerator. "What is this?"

"I'm trying to prove that I'm ordinary," I told Luke, picking up my bowl again. "And that I'm nothing special." Luke sighed and pushed himself away from the fridge so that he could open it. He handed me the orange juice carton and I smiled at him. He closed the fridge door and walked across the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a glass. He walked back over to me and laid it down on the counter, deciding to poor my glass for me.